Welcome to my new story. I'll keep this brief. I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with this story, which means I am open to any suggestions, and constructive criticisms! It also might take a few chapters to take off anywhere, but I'll do my best! This will also be a pretty light story with not a whole lot of angst and crazy action drama. But there will be a little of that. Gotta have a plot at some point, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu or any of the characters mentioned in it, but I did come up with the characters Rei and Minami, and probably any other character that you do not recognize and I do not give credit for in future.

"Oi! Minami!" My head jerked off my hand at the sound of my name. I smiled as I found the source of the noise.

"Hey, Rei."

Rei wrinkled her nose at me. She hated when I rhymed her name, which is why I did all the time. "You're so mean, Mi-chan!" Suddenly her nose was shoved in the air and she announced pompously, "Now I'm not sure I want to invite you to what I was going to invite you to."

"No!" I gasped in mock horror. "Rei-sama, I am so sorry! Please forgive me!" I couldn't help myself. I started snickering at the end of my insincere apology.

Rei giggled and caved. "Very well. But seriously, I'm going to watch the boys joint practice with Karasuno now, you want to come?"

I quirked my lips. Did I? I didn't have anything better to do, so, "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Rei."

"Well, then come on! Let's go!""

I pushed my chair back from my desk, shoved my notebook and pencil into my school bag, and stood up, flicking my long brown hair behind my shoulders. The bulky black boot on my right leg made a loud click every other step as I followed my best friend toward the gym.

"Slow down Rei!" I whined.

"Speed up, slowpoke!" She called back, but she did slow down a bit so that we walked into the gym at the same time.

I tugged Rei's elbow to sit down on one of the first bleacher rows, not really looking forward to climbing many stairs. She rolled her eyes but sat with me. It wasn't a great view of the court, but we could still see just fine, and hear the players communicate with their coaches and each other.

I cheered loudly with Rei every time a good play was made by Aoba Johsai regardless of if they made a point, and clapped politely when Karasuno did well. This may have only been a practice match, but the two teams were playing as hard as if it were a championship game.

Karasuno really wasn't a bad team, like their reputation had suggested. Their setter seemed to be able to connect well with the surprisingly short middle blocker. This seemed to upset a few of the players from my school for some reason. I didn't know much about Aoba Johsai's boys volleyball team except that they were really good. And from what I could see, their reputation held true. Although Karasuno fought bravely and was able to keep up with Aoba Johsai, my school brought out a secret weapon I didn't even know we had.

"Hey," I poked Rei. "Who's subbing in now?"

He was tall, and admittedly very good looking, but there was something about the curve of his smile that unsettled me.

"That's Oikawa Tooru," Rei sighed wistfully. "He's the captain of the boys team."

"If he's the captain, then why is he only subbing in now?" I wondered. 'He certainly grew up.'

Of course, Rei had an answer. "Rumor is that he twisted his ankle a few weeks ago." She cast a subtle glance at my booted foot.

I glared at the boot encasing my foot. It was really unfortunate that I had broken my ankle a few months ago and I couldn't wait until the doctors told me I could get rid of the annoying thing.

I looked back up at the game and gasped. The game ball had ricocheted off one of the players arms and was now speeding at my face! I let out a soft eep! of shock and closed my eyes. Instinctively, my hands came together and deflected the ball back in an arc toward the Aoba Johsai side.

I opened my eyes to see everyone on and off the court staring at me with wide, scared eyes. I guess it would be a bit scary to see a ball shoot at an already clearly injured girl who hadn't been paying much attention. Everyone else must have been worried that I had gotten hurt again.

"I'm fine!" I waved and smiled, hoping that the game would finish up and people would stop staring at me.

Once the referee indicated that play should resume, and Oikawa was leaping into the air to deliver a very impressive spike serve, I groaned and dropped my face onto Rei's shoulder.

She laughed at me, "Haha! You should see your face, Mi-chan! You're so red!"

I let out an indecipherable noise and shoved her shoulder gently. "Stop being so mean! That was embarrassing!"

"That was a pretty impressive return, though," Rei smirked and nodded at my foot. "I thought you weren't supposed to be practicing while you're in that thing."

"Eh," I shrugged noncommittally. "Maybe not…" The truth was, I wasn't supposed to be practicing, but I figured that as long as I wasn't doing anything to damage my ankle further, I could work on techniques that only required the use of my arms. So for the last three months, I had been setting against the gym wall during the ocassional lunch period, lying down and setting above my head, and working on hand passes and tomahawk control.

When the cast came off and the boot was put on, I started practicing standing serves. Maybe when the boot came off I'd be able to get my jump float back up to par and work on a jump spike. To be anywhere near the level of Oikawa's serve would be a success.

Speak of the devil, the game must have ended while I was lost in my thoughts, and now the great captain himself was walking towards me and Rei.

"Hey," He gave us a sort of smirk, looking down his nose at us.

"Hi," Rei breathed.

I didn't particularly want to reply to him. At least not while sitting. His attitude practically oozed off his person and permeated the air. I stood, my expression closed off. "Hello, Oikawa-san." I was a bit miffed that I still had to sort of look up at him despite standing more than a step above him on the bleachers.

Rei apparently didn't seem to catch the attitude the captain exuded. "You played really well!"

Oikawa turned his attention to Rei. "Thank you." Then his eyes flickered back to me. "That was an impressive pass earlier. I'm sorry we didn't control the ball better. You could've gotten hurt."

I narrowed my eyes. The words were pretty, and his expression seemed sincere and a bit upset. I didn't know what to make of him or what to say, so I fell back on the manners I had been taught.

"It's fine, Oikawa-san. I wasn't hurt, so you don't need to apologize!"

His eyes widened almost innocently. "But that pass was so good! You even had your eyes closed and still managed to return it perfectly! If you hadn't, you could've gotten hurt even worse."

"I've had a lot of practice," I shrugged it off, ignoring his glance at my boot. Honestly, it's like my classmates had never seen someone with a healing bone before. Geez. It's not like I was dying or anything. "But I am glad I didn't get hit in the face. A concussion on top of a broken ankle wouldn't have been much fun."

"I can imagine," Oikawa replied. His attitude suddenly seemed to shift to something even more unreadable. "So you play volleyball?"

I couldn't help but to respond wryly and honestly. "Not for a few months now."

"Obviously," He rolled his eyes. "But before you got hurt?"

My expression brightened as I thought back a few months to my volleyball practices, so much so that I even ignored Oikawa's rudeness. "Yes, for years. And as soon as I am allowed, I'll get right back to playing!"

"What position?" He asked.

I thought about that one. I didn't really have a set position. "Whatever is needed, I suppose. But My favorite is right side. I like to attack more than defend."

Oikawa nodded sagely, but also a bit condescendingly. "I can understand that I guess. But I think setter is the most important position." And there went his nose, right back into the air.

I wasn't in the mood for yelling, so I just smirked and said, "If you don't mind being a supporting player."

Oikawa's head snapped around to look me in the eyes. "What?" He demanded.

"I mean, it's definitely an important position. The setter controls where the ball goes and sets up the attack, but at the end of the play, it's the hitter who gets the credit for the point," I explained, my tone suggesting that he was stupid for not understanding.

"Oh God!" Rei interrupted, tugging at my arm. "I just forgot! We have somewhere we have to be! Umm, now! Good game, Oikawa-san!" Rei pushed me as I just stared at her in befuddlement. We didn't have anywhere to be, did we?

"Woah!" I stumbled due to Rei's insistent pushing and tripped down the few steps of the bleachers.

I flailed my arms, trying to regain my balance, and clutched onto the first stable thing I could find. Which just so happened to be Oikawa's hand. My cheeks flushed, in embarrassment probably. My hand tightened around his, my heart still pounding from my near accident.

I felt Rei tugging the back of my shirt that she had grabbed in an effort to stop me from falling.

"Uh, thanks, Oikawa-san." I muttered. He held onto my hand for the next few steps with a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"You're very accident-prone," He said, which I interpreted as, "You're welcome."

I rolled my eyes and said, "Apparently," as drily as I could. "Anyway, like Rei said, we do have somewhere to be, and if it's worth nearly killing me for, I hope it's important. Your team did well, Oikawa-san."

Oikawa beamed and waved as Rei and I left the gym.

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